The young man in sunglasses who had been cursing under his breath at being stopped by the server at the door instantly fell silent under the gaze of several dozen pairs of eyes.
Chu Mo, who had just set down his coffee cup, waved at the youth, who, feeling as if he was entering the tiger's den, hurriedly removed the sunglasses perched on the bridge of his nose and slowly made his way to a corner of the coffee shop.
At this time, the towering figure of Jiang Tao, who stood over two meters tall, also came to Chu Mo's side, ready in case the other party made any irrational moves.
"Bro, it was Yun Changzai who sent me," the young man said.
In the spirit of not killing the messenger in times of war, Chu Mo wasn't in the mood to trouble this obviously mere message bearer.
Glancing at the young man, Chu Mo said nonchalantly,
"Didn't we agree to meet at this coffee shop? I've cleared out the place for us. Why change the location now?"
